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October's leaves are pumpkin-colored confetti of celebration whose crunch carries the whispers of the grave. Like all magical things, October has its price. I cherish its gifts all the more for it.
I breathe deeper in
October’s sweet beginnings
and its harsh endings.
Song Choice: Only Time by Enya
This poem was created for the prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, Weekly Scribblings #39: October Thrills.
A momentous month for you, as it creeps towards winter. I like the pumpkin-coloured confetti and the crunch!
ReplyDeleteYeah, winter can start stealing kisses in late October around here sometimes.
DeleteA magical haibun, Rommy. I love the ‘pumpkin-colored confetti of celebration’ and the thought that October has sweet beginnings and harsh endings. Some months contain important moments and dates. 10th October is an important date for us.
ReplyDeleteI hope that this October 10th will be a good day for you then. :)
DeleteAt least the seasons changing is expected and there is always something to look forward to. Of course in Australia it is the start of Spring but having lived in England years ago a common expression was to "Batten down for Winter"
ReplyDeleteWinters have been very variable around here as of late. The last one was mild. The chubbiness of the squirrels this year makes me wonder if we're in for a bad one.
Delete"sweet beginnings and . . . harsh endings" -- beautiful juxtaposition!
ReplyDeleteThanks Debra!
Delete"Like all magical things, October has its price." This is a perfect October (and description of magical things) line. And I love your haiku, and not just because we are in complete agreement.
ReplyDeleteOctober lends itself well to poetic musings
DeleteHaibunilicious, Rommy!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ron
DeleteLove this Rommy. Now why would October have harsh endings? I can't imagine what would make it so, except maybe Halloween lol, but that would only add to the fun :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes sad reminders of people and things long gone pop up and I mourn what is no longer there while celebrating they were in my life in the first place.
DeleteYes, October is like they say of March (In like a lion, out like a lamb) but in reverse!
ReplyDeleteOh for sure! Winter winds aren't far behind October!
DeleteI love that metaphor: pumpkin-colored confetti!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jenna!
DeleteOctober has its price .... an epic line. One to remember. To share. To repeat.
ReplyDeleteSo glad that you think so, Helen.
DeleteI adore the poem and the line before it "October has its price"... splendid reflection!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret
DeleteThe price of October...
ReplyDeleteNow you have me wondering what October has cost me. It's the month in which my grandmother was born, but I loved her. :)
I hope October brings reminders of the loving bond between you two. <3
DeleteEverything about October is near perfection. Well, I say that now at the peak of hurricane season, but aside from that thought, everything else is refreshing and colorful and even just a little bit humorous, especially if one walks through Home Depot when all the gouls and goblins are talking all at once. I would really rather be in the country, in the woods, walking down an old fire road, listening to the echo of a distant raven, feeling the first gentle snowflake brush my cheeks.
ReplyDeleteOld country roads are gorgeous this time of year. I need to make a little room in my schedule for a meander or two.
DeleteOctober ... a time for happy birthdays, pumpkin confetti and goodbyes ..a bittersweet month. Well said.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bev
Deletepumpkin coloured confetti- such a great image!
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it
DeleteLife comes to a full circle, we cherish it all.
ReplyDeleteExactly so
DeleteLove "crunch who carries the whispers of the grave" Strange feeling as here it's spring and lots of blossom and a warm day today
ReplyDeleteYes, this probably feels super weird for readers in the southern hemisphere. Feel free to swap out October for April then. :D
DeleteThis a beautiful and truthful depiction of October. I must say, I never knew of its harsh endings until I moved continents. Because in South Africa is a month straddling both spring and summer. :)
ReplyDeleteOctober is moody around here, blowing kisses at both September and November weather.
DeleteWalking across a small public park yesterday, wading through ankle-deep dead leaves, I could hear that grave whisper. great write!
ReplyDeleteWe probably have a week or two to go before they get that deep here. It will be so cool to walk in them!
DeleteOooh, the sweets and sours. Conjures the season perfectly. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks C
DeleteA magical appreciation of October. Happy Sunday Rommy
ReplyDeleteMuch💖love
Thanks, Gillena
Deletewhat a lovely haibun!
ReplyDeletethese words are awesome : "October's leaves are pumpkin-colored confetti of celebration "
Glad you liked it, dsnake
DeleteLiked the crunch giving whispers of the grave. It does come in like a celebration and leaves like the party's over.
ReplyDeleteBest to enjoy the party while it's here and the cold pushes us indoors again.
DeleteYou have summed up October so beautifully well in those three lines!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sreeja
DeletePeople often think extremes are not good - but October's extremes I think are! Sweet and short poem.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard for me not to admire them
DeleteIt seems October is bittersweet for you. Great haiku!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bev!
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